Issue 12
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Allen McGill
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Golden Years
Cast:
Mom: Elderly
Jeff: Her son, middle-aged
Setting:
Sterile room, bed, table.
(CURTAIN UP)
(Mom enters, looks around)
(Jeff enters, sets suitcases down)
Mom: I don't want to stay in this nut house, Jeff.
Jeff: It's a rest home, Mom.
Mom: Did you see those people downstairs? They're either senile or on drugs. I want to go home.
Jeff: We've been through this. You can't take care of yourself any longer. You nearly burned the house down.
Mom: I got dizzy, that's all. All my friends are there.
Jeff: You'll make new friends. And I'll come up whenever I can.
Mom: Whenever...? What happened to "every weekend?"
Jeff: It's a long drive, Mom. Sandra and the kids...
Mom: You're just like your father, selfish! Always thinking...
Jeff: Don't start!
Mom: (Quickly) All right. I'm sorry. Don't get mad again.
Jeff: And, speaking of long drives, I want to beat the rush hour...
Mom: Oh, no. Don't leave yet.
Jeff: (Crosses to kiss her cheek) Have to, Mom. I'll see you soon. (Exits)
Mom: (Pause, crosses to door, calls) If you want your checks, you'd better come every weekend. I'm not mailing them any more.
(CURTAIN)
~Allen McGill
From NYC, Allen McGill lives, writes, acts and directs theater in Mexico. His work appeared in The New York Times, Writer, Retrozine flashquake, Frogpond, Modern Haiku, World Haiku Review, and other publications. Email.
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